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Nazon
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Futuristic Erotic Romance - Ménage a Trois |
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Submitted completed manuscript for consideration |
Blurb
The Universe is curious to
see if long-standing enemies, Nazon and Arollis, can find common ground and move forward
into the future or will their respective reputations kill the opportunity before the talks have even
begin.
Maisy Ulache is a career diplomat, Ambassador of Nazon Universal Relations, with an unimpeachable reputation. One week at a convention leads her down a road that could see her incarcerated, forever shunned. However, she sees the week as having finally unearthed her true core and would go back again if she could.
A summit is arranged with an Arollian representative, and although she attends the meeting, her expectations are low. A promise for no war is what she hopes to come back, but what she finds when she arrives on Delauds sends her immediately back to that convention and the enlightenment she'd found there. This gives her the strength to reach out for much more, despite the consequences.
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Prologue
Two big fingers plunged easily into her wet slit, hard, over and over again. They pushed her passion higher, but her undoing was the thumb that reached up and repeatedly, roughly, scrubbed the excited nub, keeping it and her on edge.
“Yes, oh yes!” She spread her legs wider.
“Are you enjoying yourself, baby girl?”
“Please, please, take me. Stop tormenting me and fuck me, I need to come.”
“Shhh, everything will be all right. I don’t mean to cause you any distress. All I’m doing is savoring every inch of your delightful silken flesh. Such passion and beauty needs to be enjoyed and not rushed.”
Maisy was giddy with immense lust in a moment when all she should feel was shame and fear. Flushed with desire, desperate for a release, she ignored the should do’s and pleaded with her captor to pleasure her, take her, fuck her.
Naked, with her arms stretched above her head and secured with a rope tossed over a beam, she’d finally found her passion and center. Unfortunately, the person able to pull out her most desperate needs was a man.
In her world, Nazon, man-love was illegal. To have intimate relations with a man, or a male-like machine, was considered indecent and, if caught, exiled to the hinterlands. In the case of the relationship being taken further, then the punishment was much more severe with 30 years incarceration.
A moan escaped from between her parted lips as she tugged on her restraints in a halfhearted bid for freedom. In the far, and not so far, reaches of her mind, Maisy knew she didn’t want to ever be released from these particular bonds. Women, although soft, understanding and beautiful, did nothing for her. She’d kissed a few, made out with one and nothing. No dropping of the stomach, racing heart beat, wild flushes, nothing. But this man and her handing him the control of her needs, was all of that and so much more.
He was sexy and explosive.
Closing her eyes she let her head fall back and sunk further into the pleasure he gave her, body and soul.
While his fingers pinched and twisted her clit, his teeth teased her hard nipples, tugging and gnawing the pointed tips, pulling on nerves leading directly to her pussy. Her emotions were held hostage by the desperate feeling she had to feel him plunging his large hard cock in and out of her slick pussy.
She was possessed and obsessed.
“Please!”
“Is this what you want?” He moved and partially slid his cock slowly in and out of her clasp, taunting her with its presence and an impending climax. “Come on, tell me, baby girl, is this what you want?”
“Yes. No. I mean, oh Goddess, I need more! I beg you, fuck me!”
Stepping in closer, he moved his hands to her thighs, pulled them up, and helped her wrap them around his hips. After more than a week of being under his powerful sensual control, she knew what he waited for and didn’t delay in moving her gaze to his.
When soft blue eyes met stormy grey, he thrust, hard, driving a groan from her and a grunt from him.
Power radiated off him like waves of heat, as he maintained a slow and steady movement. She had no doubts he’d satisfy her every need, in the meantime, she’d fallen further under his dominant pull.
“There we go, nice and easy.”
“Ooo.”
“I liked walking into this room, finding you ready to please me.” The pace of his fucking remained rhythmically the same but the look in his eyes grew more intense. “Your cunt was dripping wet. I think you were dreaming of me.”
“Yes.”
“Giving you everything you need and want?”
“Ohhh, yes.”
“You are incredible. I want to share you, watch you being taken and pleasured by my fisme. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like my closest, most trusted friends to fuck you?”
The compliment surprised her, he must be experiencing the same intense emotions she was to make such an offer. Maisy knew Arollians shared their women within a close group of carefully chosen men, it was their way of building trust, camaraderie and lifelong friendships. Her eyelids dropped when he moved his hands so they cupped her ass. Long fingers spread the cheeks apart and teased a tip over the tight pink rosette.
“Ahhh - yes.”
During this week of unexpected lustful indulgences he’d been the first to take her pussy, ass and mouth, now she was addicted to him, his taste, his scent, his seed spilling down her thighs.
Thankfully she was bio-chipped. Although she’d never needed the assurance of having her health protected before, the freedom to do what she’s been doing all week was unimaginable.
“Open your eyes, beautiful, look at me as I ride you to Ciel.”
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